He explained: "Xiao Xiang, you don't know something. Whether it is White Horse Temple, Anjue Temple or Vajra Temple, they all belong to the Nyingma sect. Even if I didn't borrow it, sacred objects like Kabala will be rotated every three years."
Once, he was paid homage by believers in major temples."
"Oh, I see."
I don't know this rule.
The car drove for more than an hour onto Paoma Mountain Road. Since it was noon, a beam of sunlight shone down and looked like holy light.
After 1 o'clock, before I even got off the bus, I saw a huge crowd of people and a group of magnificent temple buildings from a distance.
As we got closer, we saw several monks wearing red-haired vests and many elderly people wearing traditional Tibetan clothes shaking prayer wheels.
"Come on guys, we've arrived. There are too many people in front of us. I'm afraid the car won't be able to turn around and it won't pass. You can get off here."
"Excuse me, Master."
"Haha, no matter where you are, no trouble, good luck, Tashi Delek!"
The young driver smiled and made a Buddha sign to me with one hand, then stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
There are generally many Buddhists in Tibetan areas. At first glance, the atmosphere here looks like a small Potala Palace. Lao Fu took me in and greeted a young monk in Tibetan. The monk's face was obviously moved after listening to Lao Fu's words.
He led us to the backyard and met several very old monks.
This old monk must be of high seniority, because I heard people around him call him guru. I wanted to listen to their conversation, but the young monk politely asked me out on the grounds of inconvenience.
When I went out, I saw that Lao Fu handed a small wooden box to the old monk. What was in the box was 100% Zhuren's eyebrow bone.
After I came out, I wandered around and saw someone going to the big wooden barrel in front of the temple to drink fruit wine. There were disposable paper cups next to it.
I went over and took the paper cup to try the taste. At this moment, I heard a familiar voice coming from behind me.
Looking back, it was a coincidence.
It was Master Qin, an electrician. He was talking and laughing with his arms around a young woman in her thirties. It looked like she was traveling from the mainland. She had fair skin, fashionable clothes, and sunglasses on her face.
I shouted: "Brother Qin, what a coincidence, you come to burn incense too."
When he saw me, he was happy and said yes.
The young woman smiled and asked: "Dear, is this your friend?"
"Yes, I am a friend. You wait for me here. I will go over and have a chat with my friend."
I walked aside and said, "Don't you want to introduce me?"
He said: "Come on, I just met her this morning and I don't even know her full name. How can I introduce her to you?"
I was stunned and said, why did that person call you dear?
He smiled, shook his head and said, "This is called skill, and you will never learn it in your lifetime."
He asked again: Are you here to burn incense?
I didn't mention Lao Fu, so I just said I would come over with a friend. He said that he had just donated all the money from selling our amulets to the temple, and it was all on the list. If you don't believe me, you can let me see it.
"My dear, have you finished chatting? It's almost time for us to burn incense."
"coming!"
"Stop talking, I have to go do some business. Maybe the amulet has worked. Seeing that you look pretty good, you should have good luck recently."
After saying that, he ran over and hugged the young woman, and the two continued to talk and laugh.
But suddenly he stopped smiling, frowned and looked up at the sky.
At this moment, everyone inside and outside the Vajra Temple, no matter what they were doing, almost unanimously raised their heads and looked up at the sky.
The sun was shining brightly just now, but at this moment it was like darkness. To put it more seriously, I couldn't even see my fingers!
I had never seen this scene before. I stared blankly at the disappearing sun in the sky, unable to close my mouth.
What's going on here? Is it a total lunar eclipse?
I didn't hear that the weather forecast said there would be a total lunar eclipse today.
Very quickly, probably less than two minutes! The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the sun came out, and the whole temple was bathed in sunshine again. Whether they were tourists or locals, people continued to talk and laugh.
Qin Shi lit up a cigarette. Without blinking, he looked up at the sky. Due to his outstanding height and handsome appearance, this action immediately attracted the attention of many people of the opposite sex around him.
The next second, he was holding a cigarette and suddenly said to himself: "Damn it, something big is going to happen."
"Honey! Where are you going!"
He ignored the young woman and hurried over, dragging me and running away.
"What are you doing!"
"Don't ask so many questions! Come with me."
We arrived at a small white house, which seemed to be a Buddhist temple. A female tourist was kneeling on a futon and rolling lots. Next to her stood a kind-faced young monk, who seemed to be from the temple helping to interpret the lots.
The monk got to know Qin Shi this year, and he smiled and said: "It's rare, donor Qin, why do you have time to come to me today? Monk, I don't have the ability to interpret the fortune for you."
At this time, the female tourist said: "Master, my lottery has come out, please help me find out what it means."
Qin Shi kept silent with a dark face, as if waiting.
The young monk took the bamboo stick handed over by the female almsgiver, looked at it carefully for half a minute and then asked: "What does the female almsgiver want to ask?"
The woman hesitated for a few seconds and then said, "Ask about marriage."
The monk said: "This is the seventeenth lottery in this temple. I look up to heaven for blessings. This body is especially in the morgue. The female donor said she wanted to ask about marriage. The story does not match the poem's lottery, so I can't figure it out."
After hearing this, the woman gritted her teeth and said, "Master, I want to ask if my husband will go to jail."
The monk glanced at the bamboo stick in his hand again and said calmly: "It's like chiseling a stone to find jade, or sand to find gold. All these are for the purpose of keeping one's heart in mind. Does the female donor understand?"
The woman thought for a while and seemed to have made up her mind and said, "Thank you, Master, I understand. I will divorce my husband as soon as I get back."
The monk stared, sighed, and said nothing more.
After the woman left, Qin Shi, who had been silent for a long time, immediately closed the door tightly. He said in a panic: "Master! Quick! Give me the gilded lotus holder in the temple to use!"
"Donor Qin, what happened?"
"Don't ask, hurry up! I want to use it now!"
The monk hesitated for half a minute, then turned and entered the inner hall.
A few minutes later, he came out again with a strange "lottery tube" in his hand.
This skewer tube is more than twice the size of the normal one. It is placed in a yellow sheepskin bag. It is not made of wood, but made of red copper. It has unknown patterns carved on the surface and is gilded. The skewer is also larger than the normal one.
It's much bigger, doesn't look like a bamboo stick, and is white in color.
He shook it vigorously back and forth, and soon a stick fell out.
I also saw that there was not a word written on the signature, but a strange, black grass was drawn on it.
He quickly put the lottery back and shook it a second and third time. The same lottery came out three times...
He stopped shaking, stood up, and gasped with panic in his eyes: "No more than three! No more than three! How could it be like this!"
"Brother Qin, where are you going!"
He said: "I have to find a place to hide! Is something going to happen here soon?"
"What happened?"
"We're going to burn people to death!"
"Burned people to death? Brother Qin, you said last time that my friend was going to die, but it turns out that he is still alive and well now, and we are all fine too!"
He suddenly spoke excitedly.
"It's different! The situation will change! It will change! You don't fucking know! You don't understand!"
Watching him run away in a hurry, I was confused and didn't know what he was afraid of.
I turned around and asked Monk Nian what was going on.
The monk shook his head and said: "This gilded lotus is not meant for the donor's family. I can't understand it, so I don't know what the donor Qin means."
...
At around three o'clock, I came out after burning incense and suddenly saw Lao Fu in the crowd.
He was holding a very tall girl with shawl hair and a peaked cap. This girl was much taller than Lao Fu. I estimated she was at least 1.75 meters tall.
"Uncle Fu!" I called, and Lao Fu heard me.
As a result, before I could say anything, I saw Lao Fu picking up the girl and walking into the crowd. They were walking very quickly.
I hurriedly caught up with them, squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of them.
When we met, the tall girl lowered her head. I asked out of curiosity: "Uncle Fu, why are you running away? Who is this?"
Lao Fu didn't speak, but the girl slowly raised her head.
